Leap Into Fall

The photo above was taken at around 1:00 p.m. September 21, 2014, in upstate New York, as the leaves were just beginning their annual color change. Starting with a deep green, they shift in color to a weak green, then yellow, then a red that I find beggars my attempts to describe it; it is a red I refer to as “fall foliage red,” because I do not run into it elsewhere.

This of course is a global phenomenon and most human beings do not need my poetical-ish endeavors in description, but we here in the Northeastern United States have fashioned something of a tourist trap out of this simple natural fact of life. “Come See Biology Happen!”

And today, September 22, at 10:21 a.m. autumn struck with warning once again. Today is the autumnal equinox.

I do not know if other countries with similar climates as ours, usually found at the 42nd parallel north (a line I am just south of), have the “leaf peeper” phenomenon, but around here and in hilly areas north of here (Vermont, especially) by October 1 we start to see weekend visitors leave their cities and their sidewalk-planted trees or their plowed-over suburban tracts of land with five carefully placed trees per yard that are each still only four inches in diameter to come stare at ours and re-remember what hillsides look like. We sell them calendars crammed full of 12 beautiful and glossy photos of the green and red hillsides that they have been staring at and the hillsides they have not yet been to, photos they will look at in their cubicles next summer, when they will make plans to visit us again in the fall, so they can buy yet another calendar.

The circle of life is seen vividly in the changing colors of the leaves and in the annual calendar purchases of the leaf peepers.

People who live in every region of the world must take advantage of something natural and available to attract visitors—the ocean and beaches, a mountain, or a major, powerful river—in the northeast we attract outsiders with something ephemeral, short-lived, yet constant: A season’s change, which takes mere weeks to complete, but it will be here again same time next year.

The red leaves then turn to orange and brown but by then most of them are on the ground, after rain and wind has knocked them off the trees. The leaf peepers do not stay behind and help us rake them up and dispose of them, which sadly for them and for us denies them the complete autumnal equinox experience. Sad, really. We could use the help. But they must return to their homes and find the perfect spots on their cubicle walls for their 2016 Fall in Vermont calendars.

We upstate New Yorkers, who live in a region that lacks a colorful nickname despite our colorful autumn—are we Hudson Valley-ites? Hudson Valleyers? Upstaters? Upstites? Catskillers? Upper Delawarians? Mohawk Valleyans? Mohawk Valets?—we remain. We rake the leaves. Someone is needed to take the photos that populate the calendars, and someone is needed to grow the pumpkins for the pumpkin spice lattes. (I had not yet had one until 2013, when I relented and had my first PSL. Then I had my second, and a third, and so on. Our fellowship meetings will start up again in October.)

With winter’s first brushstroke, always a gray-white (there is such a thing), the tourists and our ephemeral attraction alike depart. And we remain. Every year, we are our own last leaf on the tree. Hence this song from Tom Waits, “Last Leaf on the Tree” (sung with Keith Richards):


I’m the last leaf on the tree
The autumn took the rest but they won’t take me
I’m the last leaf on the tree

I fight off the snow
I fight off the hail
Nothing makes me go
I’m like some vestigial tail
I’ll be here through eternity
If you want to know how long
If they cut down this tree
I’ll show up in a song.

Here’s another song, “Season’s Cycle” from XTC:

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This first appeared in 2014.

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  1. Martha Kennedy · September 22, 2016

    We have only golden trees here, aspen, and everyone makes a pilgrimage to places to see the aspen even though they are everywhere. People are strange that way…

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  2. Olive Ole · September 22, 2016

    A tourist trap it may well be, but a beautiful trap that I am more than willing to pay good money to see! This is one of my dream vacations: Fly into New York, rent a car, drive up through New York State and into Vermont, cross the border to Canada, then turn east in Canada, and back into the US in Maine and follow the New England coast back down to NYC. I would stay at cozy inns and visit markets and all that good stuff. And guess what season I want to do this in? Yup, in autumn. Even though we have beautiful autumns in Scandinavia. And I would stop at every friggin tourist trap I see along the way, and I would love to walk the trails in the mountains (OK, the easy ones – I’m way too lazy to do the really demanding ones, no climbing for Old Mamasan) and I would fill up my own camera with gorgeous pictures – AND buy the calendar. Yup. Sounds like a dream vaccy to me 🙂

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  3. likethelamp · September 22, 2016

    A PSL is closest we get here to anything remotely like fall. Cacti look the same no matter what season except, maybe spring, when they flower. I could happily be a leaf peeper. No raking. Nice post.

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